Thanksgiving in Guinea

Thanksgiving Day was very much anticipated and enjoyed considerably. The Thanksgiving holiday is quite a different experience in Guinea. No turkeys, no pilgrims, no pumpkins, no fall colors, no sales, no advertisements. The Coleman’s, Alexandria and I decided to begin the day with a special breakfast. So at 6:00am we got together to start cooking pancakes and waffles and our special pineapple sauce to replace the syrup we were lacking.

After breakfast a group of us went for a walk down to the river. In the picture above is (from left to right) Alexandria, Becca, Emmanuel, myself and Fred. After the hike we returned to the house to start cooking once again. I was in charge of preparing a vegetable platter and 6 kilos (over 13 pounds!) of mashed potatoes. The picture above shows Patricia looking over the table of food.

It really didn’t feel like Thanksgiving at all until I filled my plate. Thanksgiving dinner was delicious – and completely vegan! Auntie Cathy is a great cook and really knows how to prepare food with the limits of what is available in Guinea, and vegan on top of that.

I have so much to be thankful for. Thanksgiving was a great reminder of the many blessings I have received from God.

Walking to Church

Getting to church takes time – one hour to be exact. Every Sabbath at 8am the walk begins. The area where the mission team lives and our church are on the opposite sides of town. To get there we walk up towards the center of town (where the market is) and then down and out of town. From the church there is a beautiful view of the hills and valley beyond. On clear days one can catch a glimpse of the mountains in the distance. The walk to church, being in the morning, is generally in a comfortable level of heat. The walk back is not so. Though the sun beats us down mercilessly in the afternoon the thought of lunch awaiting hasn’t failed to carry us back home yet.

The photo above was taken while walking home from the side of town nearer the church. The homes and shops that are on the sides of the photo are pretty typical of those along this road. In the distance you can see two of three apartment buildings built by the Russians. These are the largest buildings in town. There are quite a few Russians in Fria due to a massive mining operation/factor y they have here. They do a pretty good job at isolating themselves though; since being here I have only seen two Russians. Also, you can see the large Catholic church of Fria directly ahead. About half the roads we walk on are paved, the other half are dirt and rocks. Almost everywhere I go is on foot; luckily I enjoy walking – though a moto taxi ride is always appreciated!

Malaria

Almost two weeks ago Becca, Chelcie, Fred, Dean, Alexandria and I visited a waterfall. A beautiful walk through the forest coupled with refreshing water was an ideal way to start off a new week. We had a great time swimming and playing in the crashing waterfall, getting beat down by the force of the water. On the way back I realized I was completely pooped and went to bed earlier than usual, figuring the day had really worn me out.

The next day I woke up still tired but thought that I just hadn’t slept well and started with my usual routine. As the day began I realized that something wasn’t right. I decided to take the rest of the day off. The rest of the day turned into the rest of the week; I had malaria. During this time I was completely sapped of energy. Simply getting out of bed to use the bathroom required all the energy I had in me. This was a horrible week.

Praise God I’m healthy again and am more thankful than ever for my present strength and energy. Vigor is a gift from God.

How I Live

I lack nothing in my living arrangements. I occupy a private suite (above bottom) with everything I could ask for: four solid concrete walls, a (almost) watertight roof, a door and a window. At about 15’x15’ it is as much as a single person could use in a day. Inside one can find my bed, a small bookshelf, a desk, and an armoire.

In addition, I am blessed to have my own bathing facility (above top). This is housed in a concrete structure about 5’x10’ on the opposite end of my courtyard. One half is a shower that spouts out refreshingly cool water while the other half is a lavatory (this in the traditional form of a “squat pot”).

Both my bathroom and bedroom are under 24-hour surveillance compliments of two guard dogs that inhabit the courtyard, Puppy and Denver. The sole intruders I have encountered (and that frequently) require four or more legs to move.

A pleasant 5-minute ramble brings me to my kitchen where I have the pleasure of cooking and dining with Alexandria, my fellow student missionary. In this kitchen I have learned to cook several of the Guinean sauces and other delicacies, which I am still mastering. Adjoining the kitchen is Alexandria’s bedroom and the classroom where I teach. Many days at around noon I sit at my desk in the classroom, my mouth watering and a mind in the next room…

It is no mystery why I am satisfied with my accommodations. I am blessed.